I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

"Regardless of which faction obtained this disk, the fact that you can hear this recording means that I am no longer in this world."

As the disk was inserted into the reader, Akemi Miyano's voice rang out from the speaker, her gentle tone carrying a resolute determination to face death.

"My name is Akemi Miyano, and I am a low-level member of a huge criminal organization. I am currently on the run of a robbery of the 4M Bank. A few days ago, one of the team members who was guarding the armored truck was sniped and killed on the spot. The outside world may report this as infighting within the group, but I know very well that it must have been the organization's doing!"

"Time is short, so I'll keep it brief. My knowledge of the organization is limited. Members all wear raven-black clothing and address each other by code names related to alcohol. My current address is in Beika-cho, x-chome xx. If we trace this place, we might be able to catch them."

"I'm back, but I still haven't found Hirota Kenzo..." A rough voice came from afar, and Conan recognized it as another accomplice, a tall man using the alias Hirota Akira.

The sudden return of her companion was unexpected, and Akemi Miyano quickened her pace to give her final instructions.

"Whoever obtained this information, I hope you can destroy the organization! Even if I can't escape their clutches, please at least rescue my sister, Shiho Miyano! I beg you!"

The recording ended, leaving only a solemn silence in the room.

Kuromon Haruya looked at Conan, whose expression was grave, and softly called out, "Shinichi, what's going on?"

"It was Ms. Hirota Masami's last request." Conan snapped out of his thoughts and explained the details of the incident and his conjecture to him.

Kuromon Haruya propped his chin up, seemingly deep in thought about the wealth of information Conan had provided, but in reality, he was plotting how to escape in time for the organization's team-building event that evening.

It's not that he's addicted to having fun, but rather that he remembers these things even better than Conan!

The plan that Conan analyzed was improved by him, the person he found was the one he ordered to be killed, and even the recording on this disk was fabricated by him while lying in bed.

Logically, after the mission was over, he should have obediently followed the other codenamed members back to the organization's base.

However, the little corgi who found the clues contacted him immediately, saying that it had important information to discuss and that if he was busy, they should meet at xx-chome, Beikacho.

Kuromon Haruya was instantly restrained for 3 seconds by this reckless behavior.

Akemi Miyano's residence had already been returned by the organization during her mission. All her personal belongings and traces of her life inside had been cleaned up, leaving no useful clues.

Despite Vermouth's dismantling of the FBI's hideout in Tokyo, Gin shows no sign of war, and the apartment building remains one of the baits attracting the FBI.

Left with no other choice, Kuromon Haruya had to return to F401 in front of everyone, citing "handling Gin's request" as the reason.

Yoya Kuromon shook his head, rejecting his idea: "Shinichi, you can't go there recently, it might be a trap."

Conan, unaware of the seriousness of his reckless actions, crossed his arms behind his head and said, "It's okay, Kuromon-kun. I'm just a kid. No one will suspect anything if I run around!"

"Don't forget, I've had dealings with the Mafia in Italy. When people with ties to organized crime are cleaning house, they never let the innocent go unpunished."

Hearing Conan's gradually hoarse voice, Haruya Kuromon bent down and handed him a glass of lemonade.

"You're not just Conan Edogawa now, you're also the child of Detective Mouri, who was hired by Masami Hirota. They won't suspect a child, but if this child belongs to someone connected to the family, that might be a different story."

Conan was speechless. He'd only ever dealt with small criminal gangs before, and had no experience going up against large organizations: "But..."

As Kuromon Haruya crouched down, the deep concern in his eyes was reflected in Conan's heart.

"Well then, among the entrepreneurs I've done business with before, there's a president who runs a real estate agency. I'll contact him later to find out about the market in that area."

"Even Sherlock Holmes needs to be patient. You just escaped from the fire, so you should get some rest."

A familiar feeling of weightlessness came through Conan, and he realized that he was being lifted up and held in Kuromon's arms again.

Why is it always the same trick?!

He tried to resist at first, but later he found that Kuromon had this habit of automatically holding children in his arms. He gradually got used to it.

"Ugh--"

Kuromon is a good person, but sometimes he worries too much, just like Professor Agasa.

"Don't sigh all the time at such a young age," Kuromon Haruya casually advised, completely unaware that in Conan's mind, he was already more than a generation apart.

After returning Conan to Ran Mouri, Haruya Kuromon arrived at a black Maserati 3500GT parked by the roadside, opened the door, and got into the driver's seat.

Kurokawa Kagemitsu, who had been waiting downstairs, glanced at the Mouri Detective Agency and joked with a smile, "Looks like you really like that kid, boss. Is he the organization's new generation?"

Haruya Kuromon stroked his beloved car, which he hadn't seen in a long time, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. "No, that's Shinichi Kudo who's shrunk, just like Sera Mary."

"Shinichi Kudo, the son of Yusaku Kudo?" Upon hearing this reply, Kagemitsu Kurokawa was instantly taken aback.

Before returning to Japan, he was in charge of branch management in the United States!

Although he had deliberately avoided clashing with this world-renowned novelist, the organization always needed to attend some important internal events, and several contacts had occurred.

Yusaku Kudo is a mission failure for anyone who encounters him; he's practically the organization's performance killer!

"Hmm." Kuromon Haruya slammed on the gas pedal, revealing an even bigger surprise, "The Kudo couple should be returning to their country in a few days."

Kagemitsu Kurokawa: ...

Haruya Kuromon turned on the car stereo: "I'll have Gin go on a business trip for a few days to avoid increasing his workload."

Kagemitsu Kurokawa: ......

"What's wrong? This speed should be fine for you, right?"

Receiving no response from the passenger, Haruya Kuromon slowed down, puzzled. "You should be used to riding in Hagiwara's car back in the day, right?"

Kurokawa Kagemitsu, realizing he couldn't compete with his boss's sudden display of natural naiveté, asked, both amused and exasperated, "Where did you learn all this from?"

"magic."

As night falls, the streetlights on the highway pass by listlessly, making it impossible to tell how far one is traveling.

Kurokawa Kagemitsu has been probing for the past few years, not expecting to get an answer all at once.

Before he could even finish his sentence, he laughed: "Are there any other great magicians like you in this world?"

"Are you interested in magic?"

Kuromon Haruya looked at Kurokawa Kagemitsu and thought to himself, "So you, a former public security officer, still believe in these feudal superstitions."

“There is a witch in Japan who has inherited the orthodox red magic, but she is quite resistant to us black factions and is unwilling to show herself.”

In other words, there is another organization in Japan that is characterized by "red", and the leader of this organization is a woman?

Kurokawa Kagemitsu naturally treated the boss's explanation as literary language; it seems to be a tradition among the higher-ups to suddenly become poetic.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Why? Is there some connection between us?"

"Do not."

The search for the Red Magic Family began twenty years ago, then was interrupted, and there was no formal contact in between.

Recalling the strongly worded rejection letter, Kuromon Haruya sighed.

"Perhaps she felt the time wasn't right."

Anyway, once Conan and Kaito Kid make contact, we'll have the upper hand.